User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The War For Mossflower/@comment-3094815-20110902193005

''Akeera sits with the other prisoners in a small huddle. A young rat near her coughs from the cold drizzle that has kept up all day. A brutish weasel strides over to them, calling out harshly'' On yer paws afore I lay into yer! A small marten dashes up to the sooty grey fox and salutes We've got to get out of 'ere wid those big lizards nearby! I jus' saw one travellin' wid a ferret goin' thataway